Help!Master Chief Assistant's Jiaojiao is a black widow

"Report to Zhifu Wen, Qizhi County Ye, Tuzhi County Jiang'an County died in Hongding Restaurant."

The leading guard quickly came up to report with a dignified expression.

"What, Tuhong is dead?"

Wen Yuming looked at Ye Chengwei and a group of officials in surprise.

Ye Chengwei was also shocked.

First, Liu Cheng committed suicide in fear of crime, and now Tuhong died suddenly without trial, which is really incredible.

He faintly sensed that it might not be easy.

If it's just one thing, it can be understood as a coincidence, but such strange things happen one after another, which makes people suspicious.

Tuhong has committed many crimes, and it is reasonable to commit suicide in fear of crime, but Liu Cheng's death has always made him worry about it.

I'm afraid that Liu Cheng's tenure is not just involved in a few incidents of persuading people to die.

Ye Chengwei was even more confused at this moment:
Why are they so afraid of interrogation?
Or maybe someone didn't want them to be interrogated?

Thinking of this, he slowly looked at Wen Yuming, who was questioning the guards in detail, with erratic eyes.

"This fellow Tuhong avoided seeing him today. He must have sensed that the government would interrogate him for his crimes, so he committed suicide before the interrogation."

Wen Yuming came to a conclusion first, and then looked at Ye Chengwei unhurriedly: "Ye Zhixian, you go to Hongding Restaurant with me to find out the cause of Tuhong's death."

Ye Chengwei nodded in thought, and immediately stepped on the Qingcong horse and led the way, and rushed to the Hongding Restaurant.

Wen Yuming told Tang Haoran to stay at the county government office to detain the prisoners, and also brought some people from the state capital to sit in sedan chairs and follow him.

It's just that his bulky physique tossed the bearers enough, walking on the road like a turtle crawling, Ye Chengwei finally lost his patience, and the figure of whipping the horse disappeared at the end of the street first.

After noon, the Hongding Tower, which was supposed to be quiet, was extremely lively at this time, and there was an endless stream of onlookers.

After receiving the news of returning to the Yamen, the guards of Jiangling City also learned that there was a murder case in the restaurant, so they immediately rushed to surround the main roads of the restaurant very tightly.

When Ye Chengwei arrived, the leading guard led him upstairs and reported in detail:
"I asked the shopkeeper and the waiter of the restaurant, and they all said that Tuzhi County has been here since the restaurant opened. One person ordered a table of food and drink for a long afternoon, and no one dared to come up to disturb him. Xiaoer saw that it was too quiet inside, so he came up to ask if he wanted more food and wine, and found that Tu Zhixian had died in the wing room."

"Has he seen anyone?"

Ye Chengwei glanced at the guard suspiciously.

I probably remember that the group of petty officials in Jiang'an County said that Tu Hong had something important to do and was delayed.

The guard hesitated and said: "From the tone of the shopkeeper and Xiaoer, Tuzhi County really wanted to meet someone here, but they didn't see anyone coming here from the beginning to the end."

"That's strange."

Ye Chengwei sneered.

As soon as he entered the wing room on the top floor, he saw a stiff male corpse lying on the master's chair, with coagulated blood from the corner of his mouth spreading all the way to his neck.

"Autopsy."

Ye Chengwei calmly gave instructions to the assistant who followed, then sat on a small stool not far away and waited for the result, looking around from time to time, but did not find any signs of doors and windows being opened.

Wu Zuo took the autopsy tools, and meticulously inspected the corpse while reporting in detail: "The deceased has no injuries on his body, and there are no signs of fighting in the house, so the possibility of murder by fighting is ruled out."

The scribes took notes carefully.

"The samples taken from the corpse and the wine and vegetables on the table showed that the silver needles were all silvery white, and they were not murdered by poison."

Wu Zuo put away the silver needles one by one, inspected the body, and finally came to the conclusion: "The neck is stiff, and there is a blockage in the esophagus. He must have died of a sudden myocardial infarction."

"Sudden heart attack?"

Ye Chengwei got up half-believingly, walked around the corpse slowly, and then turned his gaze to the table where the dishes were placed.

On the table, he inspected all the leftover dishes one by one, picked up the wine jug that was not finished, swung it up to the nose, and sniffed it.

The smell of wine is a little pungent.

He picked up the wine glass in front of Tuhong and smelled it carefully, and a faint fragrance came to his nostrils.

He sneered slightly: "Obviously, the wine drunk in Tuzhi County is not a single taste in the pot."

After thinking about it, he took another empty cup on the table and took a deep breath. A complex smell was immediately involved in his taste buds. The pungent smell of shochu seemed to be mixed with a hidden fragrance.

"I'm afraid someone has already been in this room."

Ye Chengwei muttered to himself: Otherwise, how could one drink two glasses when drinking alone.

He immediately called Xiaoer and asked, "How many pots of wine did you serve Tuzhi County today?"

"Two jugs."

Xiao Er replied without thinking: "At noon, the magistrate finished drinking a jug of wine, so he asked the younger one to take down the empty jug and replace it with new wine, and then told the younger one not to come up to disturb him."

Ye Chengwei held up the empty cup and asked again: "Is there any difference between the two jugs of wine?"

"There is no difference."

Xiaoer looked determined: "Tuzhi County loves our shop's shochu the most, so I only want this wine."

Ye Chengwei immediately understood it, and handed over the glass of residual wine in front of Tuhong. Xiaoer smelled it and immediately shook his head: "The taste of this wine is so strange, it's not owned by our shop."

Ye Chengwei nodded, and handed the empty cup in his hand to him, Xiaoer nodded quickly when he heard it: "This is the smell of snow in spring."

"very good."

Ye Chengwei frowned and smiled slightly.

Now it can be completely concluded that someone has come to this wing and brought in additional wine.

It's just that the autopsy did not find any toxins in the body, and judging from the smell hidden in the empty cup, the person who entered had also drank the alcohol he brought.

It can be seen that the wine is no different.

So the cause of Tuhong's death was not alcohol.

Thinking of this, he continued to look around in front of the table, his eyebrows flickering lightly, not daring to let go of any corner.

After looking at it for a long time, he suddenly found a tiny particle under the table under the empty cup, picked it up and smelled it, and immediately smelled a faint fishy smell.

Comparing the dishes on the table, I found that there was no such thing on the table.

He ordered the officers to search around on the ground, and found several fine particles with the same taste as this thing.

Ye Chengwei gathered these black crumbs into one place, put them in a handkerchief and spread them out in front of Xiao Er, asking sharply, "What are they?"

Xiao Er checked repeatedly and sniffed fiercely with his nose, and finally shook his head in a daze.

Ye Chengwei had no choice but to turn his gaze to the servants in the house.

It is extremely difficult for the guards to even come to this luxurious restaurant on weekdays. How can they smell the smell, and they all shook their heads in confusion.

Ye Chengwei had no choice but to look back at the corpse, and ordered in a heavy tone: "Take the corpse back to the Jiang'an county government office, open the body for an autopsy, and find this foreign object."

Thinking back to the few times that girl from the Hua family used dead bodies to make a big fuss, and there was an unpredictable old beggar beside her, maybe this girl could give herself the answer.

She wrapped the handkerchief and hid it in her sleeve, and was about to take someone away, but Wen Yuming came late with a big belly.

"How about it, brother Ye, did you gain anything?"

Wen Yuming put his hands tightly on his master Mu Xian, and asked out of breath.

"There is no conclusion yet."

Ye Chengwei smiled coldly.

Inadvertently, the apricot eyes flickered and looked at a willow window propped up at the end of the corridor outside the wing room.